<h1>Cioran: Lyrics / Notes &raquo; English</h1>
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<p><strong>It's Worth It</strong></p>
<p>I painted the terrace,<br />
The walls, the railings<br />
For four hours<br />
During which<br />
I didn't think about anything<br />
It's worth it.</p>
<p><em>Text taken from the memoirs of Emile Cioran. On the lines of: "I don't believe that my total lack of adherence to the world is a matter of pride, I don't have this alibi. It just belongs to all my being, everything I am not".</em></p>

<p><strong>Serotonin</strong></p>
<p>My gray substrate is irrigating<br />
My material substrate<br />
My pineal gland<br />
With large drafts<br />
Neuroses are cleared away<br />
And full<br />
My cave silences<br />
With fitter simpers</p>
<p><em>A little jingle (as it seems in Italian) by the author.<br />
Voices in the last part are taken from "The Driller Killer", the first non-porn movie by Abel Ferrara. A girl wants her boyfriend to finish and sell his painting to make some money.</em></p>

<p><strong>Sufferings</strong></p>
<p>I was made for futility<br />
And for frivolity<br />
But sufferings<br />
Pounced on me</p>
<p><em>Emile Cioran again. From his "diary", where this lyric goes on to end like this: "... Condemning me to seriousness, for which I haven't got any aptitude." And again: "I am not a writer, I can't find the right words to explain what I feel, what I suffer. 'Talent' is concerned with being able to fill the distance that is between life and language. For me, this distance is always there, empty, and it's impossible to fill or to avoid. I leave in an automated sadness, I'm an elegiac robot".</em></p>

<p><strong>The Eye Tail</strong></p>
<p>Behind the corner - in the eye tail<br />
Behind the corner - receving nervation<br />
Behind the corner - darkling admixture of possibilities<br />
Behind the corner - something like dreaming energy<br />
Behind the corner - in the eye tail</p>
<p><em>Wrote this song several years ago...</em></p>

<p><strong>The Roosters</strong></p>
<p><em>This is from "The Driller Killer" again: The killer and a girl are in a pub where a punk group called the Roosters are making their exhibition...</em></p>

<p><strong>The Tenant</strong></p>
<p><em>This is for "The Tenant" by Roman Polanski. The voices are from the Italian edition of the movie.</em></p>

<p><strong>As If In A Dream</strong></p>
<p>I'm always playing<br />
My<br />
Absence<br />
I'm always playing<br />
Your<br />
Absence</p>

<p><strong>It's Worth It [reprise]</strong></p>
<p>Sadness<br />
You'll never be full of that<br />
You will always be looking for that<br />
Preferably where there is not<br />
Because without sadness<br />
Everything will look futile and cloudy</p>
<p><em>These last lines are from Cioran, who simply wrote as an aphorism: "I hesitate".</em></p>
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